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Visiting my parents this weekend, I was looking at some old photo albums. I saw some pictures from when I was about 12 years old. One group of pictures showed us on an overnight hike to Adams/Madison...which I don't remember at all. Another group of pictures showed us at Gulf Hagas in Maine...again, I don't remember this at all. For the last few years, while reading guide books and trip reports and studying maps, Gulf Hagas has been on my list of places to go; I had no clue that I'd already hiked there when I was 12. I guess when I was 12, I had no clue and no cares about what trail or mountain we were on, and apparently I didn't even know or care what state I was in. My dad also recently told me about the time we were going up Jefferson.....once again, I have no recollection of this. Are all 12 year olds as absent-minded as I was? Apparently I've hiked alot more in my life than I thought I had. I know I had a good time while on these hiking trips, but when you're 12 you don't have a real appreciation for how lucky you are to sit on the rocks overlooking the Great Gulf Wilderness or Gulf Hagas. It's just a fleeting episode of fun, and when it's over you just say, "OK, what's next?" Now that I DO have the appropriate appreciation for those things, I no longer have the time to do them. I guess that's what we call "life".
p.s. To all the parents out there whose children don't want their pictures taken: Take the pictures anyway. Nobody hated getting their picture taken more than my brothers and sisters and I. Now when we get together, we often look at the old photo albums. Few things are better.
p.s.s. One picture shows my backpack for the overnight trip near Adams/Madison was a canvas/heavy-cloth laundry bag strapped around my shoulders with rope (mailman bag style). I love that picture.
p.s. To all the parents out there whose children don't want their pictures taken: Take the pictures anyway. Nobody hated getting their picture taken more than my brothers and sisters and I. Now when we get together, we often look at the old photo albums. Few things are better.
p.s.s. One picture shows my backpack for the overnight trip near Adams/Madison was a canvas/heavy-cloth laundry bag strapped around my shoulders with rope (mailman bag style). I love that picture.